It’s a Friday Flashback. My own little space in the blogosphere, and today, I wanna post a pic from the past. If you do too, just leave me a link in comments. If not, never come here again. Wait, I’m just kidding. If not, maybe enjoy mine, or go have a cup of tea, or read another blog, or swap the laundry, or kiss a child. Sneak into the bedroom with your hubby. Something.
In keeping with the seasonal theme, I submit New Year’s Eve. From a good while back. Recent New Year’s have been celebrated in bed by 11, and I don’t mean with nookie. I mean asleep. Sound asleep.
New Year’s Eve, the start of the evening, 1993, Me and Mr. Tango, Dallas TX
New Year’s Eve, about midnight, 1993, us and our friends, Dallas TX
From what I remember, it was a great night. We made tortilla soup, and quacamole, and a wide assortment of drinks that should never ever be had in combination. We were 23. We didn’t know better than to just have a good time. By the way, I thought this shirt was hot. It was a body suit. Whoo. Went great with my triangle ‘do. But then, there’s Mr. Tango in the Theo Huxtable sweater, and those glasses. Whassup?
Maybe if we can stay awake long enough this year, I’ll take comparison pics. But with no body suit. That stopped fitting two children ago. And fortunately, Mr. Tango has new glasses.
Happy Friday, and a great New Year’s weekend.
